So with a birth there was the output -
The world of feels had splitted into halves:
From mother's body - only a warm flow,
From father's hands - only the cold of weif.
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by Varlam Shalamov
A Poetry - is the affair of
The old men - all grey-haired,
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By Olga Berggolts
Well, I know - in a stone house
I'm talked about, judged and fixed...
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by Olga Berggolts
In Stalingrad
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by Olga Berggolts
All friends are saying: 'All is good
To save from evil, rage one part of Tragedy,
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by Osip Mandelstam
The body's given to me, what to do with it,
My own body, all myself and unique.
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by Osip Mandelstam
Tender evening, pompous twighlight.
Boom by boom. And wave by wave.
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by Osip Mandelstam
Your unsteady and so painful image
I couldn't touch in a continous mist.
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by Feodor Tyutchev
We cannot guess the way of word
In real world, how it'll return,
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By Feodor Tyutchev
I'm mighty, at the same time - weak.
I'm king, but at the same time - a captive.
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